Yes, Horus said. I remember this place. It’s El Paso, I told him. Unless you went out for Mexican Food, you’ve never been here.

Percy imagined what that would be like: getting an apartment in this tiny replica of Rome, protected by the legion and Terminus the OCD border god. He imagined holding hands with Annabeth at a cafe. Maybe when they were older, watching their own kid chase seagulls across the forum.

Frank Zhang: lumbering klutz, child of Mars, part-time pachyderm.

Dreams like podcast. Downloading truth in my ears. They tell me cool stuff.

Sadie, I can't intervene." He turned up his palms in frustration. "I told you when we first met, this isn't an actual physical body." "Shame," I mumbled. "What?" "Nothing. Go on.

The Feast of Fortuna had nothing to do with tuna, which was fine with Percy.

Bring it on, Pinecone Face!